Hurricane Trea

Aden's eye widened.
What?
"What!"
He got panicky.
"She wouldn't really poison me, would she?" He took Nora's hand over the table in his nervousness.

The bell rang as the door opened.
"Raaaanna!"
A smile caught on Ranna's face.
"Trea?" Ranna turned around.
Trea barreled into Ranna hugging her tightly.
"Hey, Ranna, I never asked if you would be my Maid of Honor! will you?"
"Of course." Ranna said pushing Trea off of her.
"Oh good!, I was thinking Red would be a good color for your dress, or orange... no red. Definently Red. Well, don't kill anyone today! Off to tell Topher! Love You Ranna!"

And then she was gone.
It was as if a whirlwind had swept through the store in the seconds Trea had been there.
Slowly, talking began again and then the coffee shop sounded just like normal.

Ranna brought Aden his hot chocolate.
She smirked as she read his thoughts and expression.
"You're lucky Trea came in."